If You Don’t Have Time

If you don’t have time
to be compassionate
you’ve forgotten
what time is for

Rushing through life
bewildered and dazed
Futile efforts
to keep an illusionary score
Days turn to years
Years become your life
Eventually, the pace
you can keep no more

When we fall from
ego-made hampsterwheels,
and the pace
of the rat race
We see we never
found peace in more

Peace and understanding
go hand-in-hand
When we understand,
we have peace
When we have peace,
we understand
If we don’t have time
to be compassionate
we’ve forgotten
what time is for

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It’s Okay to Like Yourself

One of my greatest influences in writing and spoken word is John Trudell. He was such a loving and humane human being, and in my opinion, he is one of the greatest poets, authors, speakers and thinkers of our time.

The last words he spoke to me were, “Thank you for what you do. Remember, it’s okay to like yourself. You may not like everything you’ve done, but it’s okay to like yourself.”

Yeah, I’ll stick with what he said.

Succeed at the Right Thing

There are no awards, presentations, interviews, invitations, or five star book reviews that will ever compare to my children giving me compliments like this text from my daughter.

Yes, follow the Creator’s vision, mission, dreams, and purpose for your life, but keep your first and foremost sacred duties first, foremost, and sacred, because succeeding at the wrong thing is still failure.

Waking Up or Getting Up?

Don’t just get up, wake up to the truth that you are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Vision begins within. The true vision of love extends outward in healing. The distorted vision of fear projects outward in destruction. 

Until someone can see you as a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, they cannot see you.
Until you can see yourself as a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, you cannot see you.

Stickman

Weather-made petroglyphs 
Showing temporary in all that’s built
Stickman falling apart
Chased by time
No matter how strong Stickman is
No matter how fast Stickman can run
Stickman falls apart
So he cracks up
Because that’s what he’s built for

Stickman is having a fucking breakthrough
Let him be fast when he’s fast
Let him be strong when he’s strong
Don’t spoil it for him
Because when he’s gone
We’ll need what’s left of him
for the fire
Fly, Stickman, fly!

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The Perfect Key is You

We’re created 
in perfect key – 
the frequency 
of Love 

Listening to fear
will make you tone deaf 
to God, Love and yourself 

Everything strikes 
a cord
It just depends 
in what key
someone is playing
and in what key
someone is listening 

Like tuning forks
in the road
calling us 
more deeply
into what we are 
or what we’re not –
Love or fear

The perfect key is Love
The perfect key is You